Barry Allen was running down the street, his feet practically burning the sidewalk beneath him. He was rushing towards a newly called in tip, about a robbery in progress. At a glance, it looked to be a petty theft, but he made it his duty to catch any sort of criminal, regardless of the crime. He pushed himself faster and faster, feeling the burn of speed in his legs and lungs. His mind was racing, a thought coming to him. Could it be? Could I have finally found my soulmate?